Wednesday, November 20, 2019

The knowing of darkness

No stars in this night sky, the moon forever dark.  Tides run on their own as does my blood.

You’ve pulled me close.

Fight rises in me, fire and white hot rage. I struggle, push, squirm, but I am no match for your strength.  I have never been more ineffectual.  Powerless.  My fire sears only me.

Surrender then.  On the other side of freeze, collapse.  Blood returns to my center and pools there, extremities are no longer needed.  Not here.

Aware but not awake, I feel warm sweet lips brush across mine.  You’ve pulled me close.  To embrace me, not kill me.


Anonymous said...

I can't believe I forgot your birthday. I've been waiting for you to turn 50 for the past 100 years. Happy Birthday Ms. Miller. I hope you have many more to come.

Nicole said...

Hahaha - I almost didn’t publish your comment because I don’t allow that number - with regards to me - to be spoken, let alone written! Hope you are well and happy.